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I feel tired, even though I really do not know why. I've been like this the whole week. Think I may be having some psychological or psychiatric thing going on. Hmmm, I'm a little bored with my work like now, if not for the vision of having the ability to slowly pay for my own house in about 10 months, I really would like to resign from this salary-forsaken company. I really think this company should have a labor union - that way, the labor code can be clearly complied with. Hohum. Tragic. Aside from the lack of employee-benefit satisfaction, another thing happened, the damn IT department restricted access to friendster. So, these friendster-hungry office people are now one website short of their daily tasks. And who else can be so heartless to order such restriction? Hmmm, let's guess. Maybe someone who thinks he's/she's really very very good, but who's now having difficulty having other department heads to follow him/her (para maglibog mo kung baye or laki...…

Now I will tell you what I've done for you50 thousand tears I've criedScreaming Deceiving and Bleeding for youAnd you still won't hear me(I’m going under)Don't want your hand this time I'll save myselfMaybe I'll wake up for onceNot tormented daily defeated by youJust when I thought I'd reached the bottomI'm dying again

Hehehe. Ok, so I was able to solicit a reaction from one of my readers regarding my previous post. Hmmmm.... (for our foreign readers, "asiwa" is a Filipino term which means to feel awkward)

Yeah, come to think of it, it's kinda awkward, maybe especially for guys to call their exes by their first names, but how come we girls can? I call him by his first name, especially when we're not alone, or in front of other people who knew we were a couple before. But when it's just the two of us talking, then I don't see the need to address him by his first name because I can get his attention by touching his arm or pulling his shirt or just facing him and addressing him face to face. In terms of text messages, I just say my message directly, ummm, no mention of first names also. :)

But the thing is, I can and I do call him by his first name. What I'm bewildered about is why he can't. He seems to just stutter or have extreme difficulty saying my name! It's not…

Huhuhu...I felt like hell last night. It was the first day of the freakin' monthly thing, and as usual, menstrual cramps came like it was invited. Duh. I didn't take any medication for it, because it really wasn't THAT painful, it's just that the pain came with a certain amount of discomfort that really drives me nuts every month. Hmmm. Annoying.Anyway, this post also serves as a test post for the cross-posting feature of multiply. I just wanted to try it out. But it's a fact that I really was nuts last night.

Logically speaking, or blogging in this case, if something has been around for a long time already, a person would already be used to it.

Take for example my case with my ex. For all of my readers to know, he still doesn't call me by my first name. If and when he sends me a text message, he doesn't address me by my first name - that's why I posted something previously about being careful with missent messages. What really happened was that I thought the messages were sent to me by mistake, but according to him, he just couldn't make it personal or address me as "cathy". Hmmm. Creepy. Weird. So I was wondering, why the heck couldn't he do it?

Fact is, we have broken up like what, almost six months ago, he has a girlfriend, he has his own life that's separate from mine, and still, he doesn't call me by my first name. He says he still isn't used to calling me by my name, and it sounds weird. So, let me see, if we happen to bump with each other some…

Hello everyone, arrived in the office and was about, let me see, 50 minutes late... hehehe... crazy because when I woke up it was already 8.30......a big Congratulations to my friend...

Anyway, I had a hard time falling asleep, maybe the all the Coke I drank in the afternoon and late evening affected my sleeping cells. I had to find a distraction or something to make me fall asleep, so I just listened to the mp3s I loaded into my phone.

I'm now currently waiting for my instant noodles to finish "cooking" itself. I'm a little hungry, I can feel it in my gut. I also had plenty of things to think about last night and I think it made my brains go to overdrive until it had an overload.

I really have plenty of things to do right now. I have to finish 3 reports if I really wanna leave for Manila by the end of this week. Hmmm.

By the way, a big Congratulations to my friend, Ms Troni for passing her oral revalida last Saturday.... Yippeee!!! Congratulations! (So, where will we go…

I'm sure you've heard or read several stories about that famous phrase 'half empty'. Several positive thinking people I know rather like the version of being 'half full'. For me, being a skeptic in nature (as a friend has described me, I'm the person who doesn't give in to ideas as easily as others do), I'd rather believe both - that the darn glass can both be half empty and half full at the same time.

I'm not going to question the exact difference of the amounts of liquid and space in the glass, although some annoying people who'd just wanna prove that the glass displayed can be considered as half full if they get the exact amount of liquid and compare it to the volume of the glass and therefore determine whether the space is indeed lesser than the liquid which occupies it - ok, I'm rambling. Anyway, it's just that there are really gonna be days when we feel empty - or half empty. No matter how busy we get or how pre-occupied we are …

---o0o---Honey why you calling me so late?It's kinda hard to talk right now.Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

Well, my girl's in the next roomSometimes I wish she was youI guess we never really moved onIt's really good to hear your voice saying my nameIt sounds so sweetComing from the lips of an angelHearing those words it makes me weak

And I never wanna say goodbyeBut girl you make it hard to be faithfulWith the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me tonightAnd, yes, I've dreamt of you tooAnd does he know you're talking to meWill it start a fightNo I don't think she has a clue

Well my girl's in the next roomSometimes I wish she was youI guess we never really moved onIt's really good to hear your voice saying my nameIt sounds so sweetComing from the lips of an angelHearing those words it makes me weak

It's been scientifically proven that frequent kissing stabilizes cardiovascular activity, decreases high blood pressure, cholesterol and overall makes one's life better. The following is a medical account of this quite pleasant activity.

Good for the teeth!Kissing can substitute any chewing gum that fights plaque and cavity. The thing is, this occupation, namely kissing, is capable of preventing cavities, similar to toothpaste. Such phenomenon can be explained in the following way. Kissing stimulates profuse salivation which helps protect one’s teeth from cavity, since it contains calcium and phosphorus. In addition, passionate kissers are less likely to suffer from gingivitis. Also, saliva becomes neutral in the course of a kiss thus preventing teeth from a number of diseases.

Facial ExpressionA passionate kiss causes tensions in more than 30 facial muscles. It helps to smooth out skin and increase blood circulation. Perhaps, it is better to kiss than use various creams and app…

Don't make a promise when you are in joy.Don't reply when you are sad.Don't make a decision when you are angry.---o0o---What is Marriage?The teacher said, "in order to answer your question, go to the padi field and choose the biggest padi and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."The student went to the field, went through first row, he saw one big padi, but he wonders may be there is a bigger one later. Then he saw another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him. Later, when he finished more than half of the padi field, he start to realize that the padi is not as big as the previous one he saw, he then knew he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted !!!! So, he ended up went backto the teacher with empty hand.The teacher told him, "... this is love... you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already missed the person.... ""What is…

I'm already in the office having my first mug of hot coffee for the morning. Had my breakfast too, a meat roll. Anyway, here I am, updating you folks again. So here goes. The boss is here again, fortunately or unfortunately, for a series of meetings with her boss, I believe it's regarding the several acquisitions and expansions that the company is planning to undergo. She's gonna be busy as hell because she's the Finance Director. The person responsible for money management. Hehe. Poor gal. I wonder if she'll ever get married. Anyway, so she's here and after several minutes of just standing there outside her office, because her weird secretary seems to absent, she went into the internal audit office (my office) and well, said hi. (This is the part where I actually receive the good/bad news.) She asked about the ongoing audit I'm doing with the purchasing department, and so I pointed at the mess of piles of papers from the purchasing dept and mentioned that I h…

Ugh! I hate internet explorer!!! I was already finished typing this not-so-nice-a-post because I was dissing our income audit "head" (who's a dumb ass - because I don't like him) when I was supposed to add a link to the word kamikazee (one of my all-time favorite bands) when the yahoo pop-up blocker blocked the pop-up (wehehehe, annoying use of words...crazy me) that was supposed to add the link and when I disabled the pop-up blocker, the page reloaded which of course means that, if you have tried blogging through blogger, all the things that you typed before you were able to publish your post will be erased and be gone forever!!! Grrrrhhhh! I hate internet explorer!!!! Anyways, I'm listening to my phone radio, and the voice I can hear right now is Rob Thomas'. I like him. Hmmm. No questions asked. I just like him. As a singer, ok? Still, the income audit "head" is a dumb ass. Still, because I don't like him. Why don't I like him? Because he…

I was looking around my room last night, amazed at how disorderly and unkempt a room can be in a few days, sighing as I realize that I really have to clean up. As I look on top of my tv, I saw that the angel has gotten so dusty, it's no longer white.

So I wondered whether real life angels can also get dusty - from being out of business. I know they get dusty especially when they do all the dirty work, but how about when they're not doing anything anymore? How about when the person they're guarding has become to apathetic, stoic at worst, and has disregarded the tiny guiding voice of their angels?

Weird, huh. I used to believe that our guardian angels are not so angel-looking as we usually see them represented in drawings, paintings, novels, or even in movies. I think our guardian angels look like us - either in the younger state of our existence like a toddler (a very smart toddler then!) or a teenager, or in a mature one, maybe our age or a little older, or way older. But s…

A friend and I stayed in starbucks from about 12 midnight 'til 1:30+am just talking about anything and everything - including that "had it been" phrase that his review facilitator just looooves using while enjoying our blueberry cheesecake, tall cafe mocha, and a tall cappuccino; now I'm feeling sleepy. Hehehe. Think it's mutual. :p

Anyway, received another letter from Reader's Digest - these guys really are consistent in trying to convince subscribers, huh? They just sent me another one of those entries for their sweepstakes thing where your prize, given that your entry gets drawn and you're declared a winner, is either a brand new car or tons of cash, divided into annuities, ofcourse. Hmmm, the thing is, I should renew my subscription together with the properly filled out entry forms. S*it. I can't renew it right now, I don't have enough dough. Heheh...

Wala lang. I just thought that title was catchy and creepy. I just felt like making another post before I decidedly ride a jeepney and go home- well, ride two jeepneys actually.

I just want to spend a little time exercising my fingers, exercising my brain, trying to write down witty lines, or trying to practice my english especially nowadays when no one around the office seems to appreciate, nor like to, speak in english (except when maybe talking to a foreigner supplier who just happened to barge in and demand for payment). I miss my high school friends. We used to talk in english especially when we were out to dish out fancy expletives on people we don't like. :)

Recently, I haven't found someone who'd be up to a conversation in english, nor is up to talking with me the whole day in english, or who is up to just talk to me in english. I haven't found another decent human being, that's not a foreigner, who'd be willing enough to indulge my brain cells and go pr…

I went to the office today in curls again, here let me share a picture with you. But I kinda not feel so well.

Yeah, there was another conversation. He asked me to call him, and as darn-a*s as I can get, yep, I called him and put myself in a position where I can sulk the whole day after the entire call, or just treat it as it is: a conversation being done because he has no one else to talk to, because his girlfriend was out busy doing something else -a conversation not meant for others to know that it happened.

Anyway, it's almost lunchtime, I'm still thinking what I'd want for lunch. I'm craving for something hot and spicy, dunno why actually. It just gets like this some times of the week. I also picture out having a big, fat, sinful slice of pizza - something I definitely love so much. Sometimes I think I can live on pizza alone. Hehehe... :) And Coke of course. To hell with the notion of having diabetes. Joking... :)

It was a sudden decision from the boss to have my two colleagues fly to Manila this Monday and leave me here in Cebu all alone. *sigh* Boss says that they really need two people working on that property (our term for a hotel branch, or whatever) in Manila. Think they're quite aware of something fishy going on already. Besides, I was sent out also to pry on the prey here in Cebu - same thing, think they actually know that there's something going on, but still needs the formal confirmation from Internal Audit (they wouldn't like to have the External Auditors having a whiff at this, do they? hehehe!).

Anyway, got my phone already. Remember the time when I fumed because I needed a Director's signature just to assert that I&…

- is an emotion. Real love is deeper than just emotion. Emotions can’t always be trusted. They will change as circumstances around you change. (For example, when your sick, tired, stressed, fearful, etc.) You are so obsessed with someone you fail to see any faults.

- is insecure. Infatuation gets jealous and unreasonable. Love doesn’t. Infatuation fades with time, separation, or change. Love won’t. You’ve heard it said that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well, that is only true with real love. Being apart will kill infatuation over time, because it must take to survive. When someone else comes along who has more to give, infatuation will switch its attention from an old flame to a new one.

- is fueled by passion and lust. Love runs on respect. Example: David said he loved Kay and wanted to marry her when they graduated from college. Just before their senior year, Kay’s face was scarred in an automobile accident. By Christmas, David broke off the engagement because he s…

Since I also like watching a lot of movies, I found this slightly amusing... :) Enjoy!

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Once upon a time, there was a woman, who had a conversation with God. And it went something like this…

Woman: Lord, I’ve been the wedding planner for my dream nuptials since high school. I’m graduating right now, never been kissed, and still longing for my first romance. I won’t be forever young, you know.

God: Child, somewhere in time, I wrote everyone’s love story:

* Adam asked, “When did You create this perfect woman?,” and I said, “while you were sleeping.” * For Kate and Leopold, he was her first knight. * When Harry met Sally, he had learn many things in courtship,’twas almost like groundhog day, but their relationship ended always. There’s no formula, but I promise your love story will be as good as it gets.

Yesterday was quite a historical day for Philippines - the first time a former President was convicted for Plunder (in layman's terms, the usurpation of public funds for the politician's personal enrichment). Former President Joseph Estrada was convicted "guilty beyond reasonable doubt" on the case of plunder, while not guilty on his case on perjury (misdeclaration of his assets and liabilities in 1998). HIs co-accused Senator Jinggoy Estrada, who evidently is his son, was also acquitted and so did Atty Edwardo Serapio, one of Erap's friends.

Malacañang was simply silent about the conviction, although some of the Administration friends just can't help but comment and even flash the victory sign. Some of the avid followers of the trial were somewhat skeptic of the result of the promulgation, stating that there may have been some sort of influence from the Palace itself.

Hmmm, for me, I personally think that the justices did their job well, also thinking that the…

It was a good thing that I didn't notice I received such messages until it was just about two and 1/2 hours after the last message came into my phone. I suggest you delete my name from your phonebook or contacts, or whatever the heck you call it It was one part because the volume of my ringtones are level one, and another part was because I didn't expect any messages to come in, I just kept my phones inside this pouch thingy which in turn even weakens the volume and so I couldn't hear it even if it was right in front of me - in front of my laptop to be exact. Jane, a colleague, was even playing Avril Lavigne songs, all the more difficult for me to hear my darn phone.

So when I checked on it after lunch, I was surprised when I saw two messages, sent to my number (of course, because I received it, it was obviously sent to my number!) but …

Saw this post when I browsed through Wax's Blog, and so I'm posting it here too... I like the article, so personal... It was also sent to her by her friend.... :O)

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What’s a Meantime Girl?

She’s the one you talk to only when you’re bored because she makes you laugh with her crazy stories. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear, and she really listens. She’s not the one you call when you're out with friends on a Saturday night. She’s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One". You know the one who you keep around in the meantime.

She’s not one of the guys who you can play ball with, nor a tomboy, but you don’t look at her as a "real" woman, either. She’s not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She’s too laid back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused about. She’s too understanding,...she probably has a bigger…

Hmmm, the office today is a little silent, it's just me and my music that's keeping the sounds floating around. Almost everyone is looking somewhat peaceful, I think we're all excited for the weekend. It's quite tiring around the Finance Department you know. You're always on your toes.

Anyway, we had bible study yesterday. I realized that I've somehow left my bible untouched during weekdays. I only flip through it on Sundays, and it's quite a shame. Listening to our facilitator yesterday, I realized that no matter how difficult it is, I should always try to forgive, at least seventy times seven (70 x 7) times a day according to Jesus. So it just occurred to me when I woke up this morning that despite everything that happened, he still doesn't deserve to fail in whatever he's doing or he plans to do because it would be actually shameful if I wished him bad things 'coz I'd appear to be bitter then, which I'm not.

Well, at the start of the day, I really hoped it would be a good morning. All started ok, the waking up, the preparation for work, the travel to the office, up until I started filling out the form for an application for a postpaid line with Globe Telecom.

What annoyed me really was not the application itself, nor was it the messenger, but one of the employees of our company. I wouldn't mention her name anymore, but she's connected with the HR department (we actually call it Peers Services Department [PSD] here). All I needed was her signature to certify that I am indeed an employee of the company and a regular one at that. And do you know what she did? With her annoyingly pouting face, she said, "Si Ms **** lang ana mam, di ko mupirma ana, sya lang ana."

Imagine?! I needed a Corporate Director to sign this simple certification for a 500 peso postpaid plan? Grrrrhhhh!!!

But.... The good person that I am, although I was fuming already, I went t…

I'm just looking at my new blog layout and figuring out how to edit it out a little more, but then again, my eyes are kinda tired from looking at the monitor the whole day.

Hopefully, tomorrow's gonna be a new day, I think we'll be starting a new audit project which somehow was not yet approved by the President, but still we had a "go ahead" for it. We're trying to implement a full operations audit so that we can start cleaning out the organization. :)

Just the fuzzy feeling of looking at children, and in this case "cherubs", taking a try on the swing, enjoying their time together, feeling the breeze against their skin and listening to the gentle ticklish laughter that can be heard from them while trying to hold on tight on the handles of the swing.

I love looking at children, watching them play, without any other care in the world.

Sometimes I wish I can be a child again and just forget the pains of being a young adult.*Sigh*

It was a rough night last night - rough because I received messages from my ex. Ok, some of you maybe sighing right now saying, "Oh no, she's into it again."

But actually, no. I just felt bad also to be the recipient of such musings again. I'm sorry to post it all here, but I just have this need to air it all out before I suffocate.

Yesterday was September 3, it would have been our "monthsary" given that we're still together. Given that all was like before, there would have been a date, dinner after work, a walk around the mall or wherever our feet would take us, maybe a cup of coffee before going home, reminiscing some good times, things we've been through, greeting each other, and an almost never ending barrage of sweet nothings.

But that was just the "what would have been" scenario. Yesterday was different. Just like the previous five 3rd days of the month, all was silent. I spent the day at the office, deciding to go home at about 9.30p…

Seminars. I and my colleagues attended a two-day seminar on Operations Audit, spearheaded by the Institute of Internal Auditors - Philippines, Cebu Chapter and facilitated by Ms Susan Domingo. The materials were adequate enough, and the group activities actually gave me time to bond with my former classmate & blockmate in college, Mitz, and also with our Department Chair, Mr Challoner Matero. All in all, the topics were good, discussed better and would have been great if Ms Susan also gave more inputs that were not literally in the slides, because, Ms Susan (although she was very good with the discussion and gave a lot of examples also) just read the items that she placed in the slides. So we were just like in kindergarten, learning how to read. Anyway, God bless her, she was really good in expounding some of the points and also trying to pry from us ideas and/or questions. I think Ms Ching enjoyed so much because she was very very par…